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Love, I get so lost
Lost as Matthew Fox
Sad dude in a bad mood rising
Bad moon, feeling down, bad music
Call him a Neptune, seeing sounds
Down like a running back need a ground
Bit my tongue, bleeding mouth
Got red dripping on my new sneaks
Slipped on my two feet, toes in the air
I'm living on a nude beach
And everybody here's in a two-piece, while my soul's bare
Boobies spelled on a calculator
True School rapper with middle school humor
Old School like Will Ferrell with no school tutor, Rel
It's not a tumor, that was a flat out rumor
My head never swelled, but you assume the
Ballooned mind-state will inflate in my space
At a high rate, it makes me irate
My module is lunar and needs a tune up
It's hard to drive straight
Imagining gravity-defying happenings stalled out in my driveway
Parked sideways for more than four out of five days
The other two, I slipped up, or blazed out
Twist up the high-grade, my mind mixed-up
But phased out my faith and turned it into doubt, I'm out
We are the ones, that you are not
You are the ones, we will never be now
Yeah, it's the, Mister North of the 49, spit up
The sort of rhymes, you can borderline picture
Story time, Slick Rick meets Mordechai Richler
On point like a porcupine prickler
Yeah, I put it down, break ground like quakes
Shake your beaker off the scale overweight
Heavy-hitter with the switch-stance, 34 waist
Always drop on the buttons and I'm staying in shape
And I'm Shad, you can add a "K" if you wish to
Official scatterbrain, East of Adelaide I miss you
I get live like Saturday Night, no issue
Now that's all that I have to say, Rizzle who is you?
Now I'm the mystery hidden in the riddle within the puzzle
Dealing with the issues on delivery, critical
I'm quick, on the uptake Relic fits rally
On the status updates, we're the ones you must rate cause